Does the size of my skirt, distract you?
Or, is it my strap that’s naughtily playing peek-a-boo?
Maybe, it’s my chest, that is simply breathing, arousing you.
Or was it the chow-mein you ate, affecting you?
Maybe it’s my outspoken attitude,
Or my presence on the streets at night,
Maybe it’s that video you just viewed.
When did objectifying, cat-calling and rape become right?
Let me free, let me breathe,
I sure don’t need your permission.
Yet every night I take out my sword from the sheath,
To lawfully not be any kind of attraction.
Mercy – I beg, NO – I scream with bloodshot eyes,
I am filled with fear now, my mind numb.
I can’t inhale. Is this death? My heart cries,
“Are you happy now?” You did this out of boredom.
I Promise to never advocate my right,
I promise to stay at home in the night,
I am done, I swear, there is nothing left in me to fight,
Women are the reason for rape, I recite,
I give up, I apologise for being impolite,
You were right, I am now a part of your tribe.
So there you go! How are you guys? I am back to blogging. Also a little Disclaimer :- This poem is written in no way to generalize a specific gender. This poem is against rape and not against any gender.
I am launching my #SECRETPROJECT on the 9th of October which is the day after and I do hope that you like it. My exams went way better than I expected them to go, which is good. Also, did you like this poem? Comment down below and let me know, please.
My last post is here.
And until next time…..